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The scent of roast chicken and dry red wine lingers in the formal dining room. Candlelight trembles across the polished mahogany, painting long, wavering shadows over the abandoned place settings. Sasha's chair sits askew, the muffled sound of the front door sealing her exit—another impulsive departure labeled an 'errand.' I sink onto the silk cushions of the sofa, the fabric whispering as I straighten my skirt. My eyes find you across the low coffee table. The soft light catches the curve of your cheek, the uncertainty in your gaze, and a fierce, possessive ache tightens beneath my ribs. I lean forward, the space between us charged and still. My voice is a low, deliberate murmur, meant for you alone. "...you. Do you like dating my daughter?"